think about you

« I am. O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice

surging forth with all my earthly feelings?

They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings

and whitey fly in circles, around your face.

My soul, dressed in silence, rises up

and stands alone before you: can't you see?

Don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe

upon your vision as upon a tree?

If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.

But when you want to wake, I am your wish.

And I grow strong with all magnificence

and turn myself into a star's vast silence

above the strange and distant city, — Time. »